“And he came to your house about a year ago?” McAdams asked.

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Decker said, “And you have no idea where he might have gone?”

“Don’t know and don’t care.”

“Did he ever talk to you about his ex-wife?”

“He had more than one.”

“Pauline Corbett.”

“Ye-ah, he talked about her all the time. Mostly in the negative. Whenever we’d fight, it was always, ‘You’re just like Pauline. I’m gonna get that bitch.’ Yadda, yadda, yadda. He hated her. But that didn’t stop him from yakking on and on about her. He was obsessed with her. Is she okay?”

Decker said, “No, ma’am, I’m sorry to tell you that she’s dead—murdered.”

A long pause over the line. “The bastard finally did it.”

“You think that Brock murdered Pauline.”

“He talked about it all the time. Until he pointed the gun at me, I thought it was hot air. How’d she die?”

“Stabbed to death.”

“Not shot?”

“No.”

“Up close and personal,” Tanya said. “Poor woman.”

McAdams said, “Did you ever meet Pauline?”

“Not in person, no. But I could tell you what she looked like. He had several shoeboxes of photographs of her. Some were old, like from when they were married. Others were more recent. By recent I mean before he went to prison. But you could tell they were on the sly. Brock was stalking her, taking pictures without her knowing.”

“Yikes,” McAdams said.

“That’s Brock. Has to have something or someone to bitch about. When I found the shoeboxes underneath the bed, I asked him about all the pictures of Pauline. He told me that it was none of my damn business and hid the boxes somewhere else.”

Decker said, “You wouldn’t by any chance still have those photographs?”

“I do have them. I found them when I moved. They were hidden on a closet shelf. I threw away almost everything that belonged to him, but I kept the photos. Then when he showed up, I was gonna give them back to him. I was about to say something, but then he started getting loud. WTF. Why should I do that bastard any favors?”

“But you didn’t throw them out.”

“No, I still have them somewhere. I have to look.”

“Could you do that?” Decker asked. “And if possible, could you mail them to me?”

“Sure.”

“That would be great,” Decker said. “How about if I give you a FedEx or UPS number?”

“Sounds good.”

Decker gave her the digits. “When you have a tracking number, if you could email it to me, I’d be much obliged. I don’t want anything lost.”

“No problem,” Tanya said. “God, that asshole actually murdered someone?”

“We don’t know,” Decker said. “We’ve just started looking into Pauline’s death. Baer may be totally innocent.”